In Benahavís we almost felt like permanent campers for as long as we stood there and spread out. The local beekeeper, who had his bees less than 200 meters away, already knew us and always greeted us in a friendly manner. But sometimes you have to see something different than just the same trees all around you (the firewood was slowly being used up).
We drove to Ronda again to have a look at the city in peace and stayed the night below the Puente Nuevo (the main attraction of Ronda). Not even the guests of the best hotel in Ronda had a better place 😉 After visiting the city in the morning, we headed south-west and planned to watch out for the upcoming bad weather front not directly on the coast, but a little further inland. Unfortunately, the rain caught up with us during a short shower stop in Jimena de la Frontera and we decided to wait out the rain in the nearby Área Recreativa. Áreas Recreativas are usually excellent sleeping places with barbecue areas, fresh water taps and parking lots in nature. Here, however, it turned out to be more difficult than expected, because for the first time there was no parking and we had to stand in the middle of the street within the picnic areas, so to speak. But with the weather nobody had to go there.
In any case, the children had fun in the insatiable continuous rain in full protection and splashed like crazy. The men were responsible for the water supply or better for the optimal water drainage in our small camp. That wasn't easy, but in the end we were able to divert most of the water around the buses. When the rain stopped we headed towards Algeciras and then on to Tarifa, as there is excellent sandstone not far north of Tarifa. On the way, supplies were replenished and water tanked. The closer we got to Tarifa, the more we could see of the continent we originally headed for. Originally we wanted to take the quickest route to Morocco and spend two to three months there. Unfortunately, nothing came of it, because there were some nonsensical political disagreements, so that no ferries drove and therefore no holidaymakers, vanlifers and other tourists were transported.
We reached the climbing area near Bolonia in the evening and started climbing quite early the next day. After about 10 minutes we reached the rocks. Finest solid sandstone, equipped with drill and glue bolts and absolutely child-friendly with a lot of flat surface at the foot of the wall. It was a wonderful day, alone at first, later with loads of other climbers who also loved the area. After the climbers' parking lot where we had slept the night before was neither level nor safe from the police, we drove down to the beach of Bolonia in the afternoon. There were already a lot of other mobile homes and buses and overnight guests seemed to be tolerated.
It was the first consecutive sunny day and Juliane was finally able to enjoy kitesurfing. The next morning I set out for a short run, which turned out to be a slightly larger run, and after 2 hours and 500 hm I was a bit late at the bus to continue towards Seville. Slowly but surely, our Czech friends wanted to go to France and we also wanted to go to the Algarve in Portugal at some point. We spent two last days together at a reservoir just north of Seville and then continued in different directions. It was a very nice time together, which we will not soon forget, and a reunion in the Czech Republic is firmly planned for autumn.
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